Playaz In The Game

[Verse 1: Criminal Manne]
Ridin' In the Chevy thang, cruisin' by the skatin' rink
Cheesin' on them gold thangs, scopin', it's the Criminal Manne
Constantly ballin', lookin' for a bailed up buster
Stick 'em up, lay back down, shut 'em up, shut 'em up, motherfucker
Pulled over to the side, nothin' but lames splurgin' cash
Thought to myself, for a minute and came to my senses, I gotta get his ass
Jumped out of the car, straight to his ride snatched open the door
Put that TEC to his face and said
"Ball on off, ho"
Ballin', I'm losin' my mind, I'm kinda paranoid
Steady lookin' around with a frown, tryna dodge the blue boys
Stopped at the gas station, put that bitch in the trunk
Now, I'm 'bout my hog killin', ballin', time to stang this punk
Ridin', gettin' high, smokin' weed, now it's after dark
By ballin', scowlin', scratchin' rubber, jet to the nearest park
Pulled that bitch out the back, smacked him, bucked him, hit him in his face
Nigga, where the money, where the dope gone?
Trick ass nigga, don't make me catch a case
Ho-ass boy, don't try to test my pimpin'
I got a family to feed, I'ma need some, nigga, let's just handle business
Trick, if I were you, I would try to test my nuts
'Cause a player like myself, in the game just fucked up

[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gon' fuck a ho
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gon' fuck a ho
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese

[Verse 2: Criminal Manne]
Back in my hood, up to no good, standin' on the track
Bitches beepin', hoes freakin', instead, I just smoke a sack
Once again, I got my ass in, 'cause I had to stang that boy
'Cause when I took the trick's cheese, I was singin'
(Ship ahoy, ship ahoy, ship ahoy)
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
With the yam, god damn, I'm insane to the game
Looked around, what do I see? Is it a bird? Is it a bee?
Aw, mane (1, 2, 3, 4) 5-0, they comin' for me
Copper minute, what should I do?
Grab my pistol, wanna start shootin'
Jet through the cut, ballin' around and like a junky on them drugs, fool
Hit the alley down the valley, I hid behind a pine tree
Coppers mad as fuck, they turn up shit, 'cause they can't find me
Jet to the Chevy, pounds of sweat comin' from my face
A cop fucked up and seen me, now I'm ballin', put 'em on a highspeed chase
Doin' a dash, that's my ass, if they catch me, I'ma be hanged
Hit the gas, real fast, change ways, screamin' tires, really, now they got a player mad
Left them bitches in the wind
(I'ma holler at you, friend)
So catch up with your kind, trick, 'cause my pimpin', I don't think it's thin
Made it to my crib, chill, layin' in my blow, mane
Every single day, just the same shit, a player fucked in this game

[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gon' fuck a ho
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gon' fuck a ho
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese

[Verse 3: DJ Zirk]
Killers, killers Orange Mound niggas
Strapped with them thangs, it's all in the game
These niggas on the run, so nigga, grip your tone
It's time to get it on, it's time to get it on
These niggas know the Mound too motherfuckin' thick
I'm ready to go to war on these buster ass bitches
Nigga, while you sleep, a nigga's on the creep
Nigga, lay it down, shootin' round after round
So back up off this shit, a nigga packin' 'em thangs
A nigga feelin' strange, a nigga just insane
Niggas, watch your back, I'm strapped with that Glock
Grip and slip the mask, it's time to hit the block
Lock 'em in my trunk, drag him to the river
Leave his body cold, no remorse for this nigga
Ballin' down park, creepin' after dark
Orange Mound niggas, killers from the park
I'm real about this shit, I'm down about my clique
I'm all about my hog, I finna stang a bitch
My niggas in the hood robbin' niggas, makin' stangs
A nigga packin' them thangs, a niggas swingin' them thangs
Straight off the block, niggas sellin' rocks
Motherfuck the cops, they ass gettin' popped
Livin' in the city, in Memphis, Tennessee, mane
But still you just don't hear me, I'm fucked in this game

[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gon' fuck a ho
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gon' fuck a ho
Players like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese

[Verse 4: Thugsta & Criminal Manne]
If I remember, hmm, it was on a Wednesday afternoon
I was chillin', smokin' and drinkin' with my nigga Dre in the hotel room
Just got sucked and fucked by a couple of Binghampton freaks
Kicked them hoes to the curb, can't be with no bitch when you tryna make some cheese
Cruisin' down the interstate, he suggestin' we hit down town
On Lover's Lane
Where the pretty boys hang
With them hoes
Ridin' clean, hit the Jackson exit, stopped at Sheldon, use the telephone
Called my nigga Criminal What's up, dog?
Told him the tale, damn it, hold on
Constantly gettin' beeped by this silly ass bitch that ain't talk 'bout shit Told you hoes
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Now back to what I was sayin', you got your
Gat strapped, like a mack, two clips of hollow tips, and a yawk full of scrap, mane, let's ride, Black
Aight, Black, hop back in the ride, fried up a blunt
Drink Punch, this bitch too stale
Ballin' down Watkins, turned on Valentine, here the folks, Springdale
To the pool, [?] and me, Mad Maine, Criminal, Mr. Ink
Lynch was in the back, chiefin', choppin' up a swisher sweet
So we switch cars, me and Dre jumped in my roadie's Jeep
Ballin', smokin' and chokin' on some hay, on the business creep
Made it to our destination, scopin' out this love couple
They didn't know
Tryna be romantic, get they ass in trouble
Jumped out quick put my tone to his bitch
Don't turn around, trick, empty your pockets and give me your cash, before you be like the last bitch
Left 'em in the sand, holdin' hands, made our get-away clean
Down, cruisin' cash lane
Mmh, mmh, you know what I mean